Crossing the Sea
June 11, 2009
9:45 AM EST
Okay so that’s what happened. *BEEP BEEP!* Oh, there’s my ride. I quickly grab my stuff and head outside. My parents decided to drive me to the airport. When we got there, they said their good-byes and left. I headed through security and in no time I found my gate. It’s 10:11. I have about an hour left. I wasn’t hungry because I ate breakfast at home. I’ll just eat when the plane lands in Washington D.C. for a connection flight. As I sat down in a chair, I looked around and it started to get blurry. Oh no not this again! I was back at The Styles’ house and the older woman walked up to me and said, “You must be Diana. My name is Anne Cox, but you can call me Anne. This is my daughter Gemma, and this is my younger son-“ I woke up and looked around then checked my phone. Good. I’m back at the airport and with 5 minutes to spare. “Now boarding flight 457 to Washington D.C.” I got up and boarded the plane, found my seat and waited for the plane to take off. Luckily, I got to sit by myself. The plane took off and I said goodbye to Indiana. Only 1 hour and 9 minutes to go…then to Manchester…
I finally arrived to D.C. and I wasn’t exhausted at all. I was hungry though. I looked around and found a McDonald’s. Usually I don’t eat fast food, but I guess it will do. *NANANANA-* “Hello? Oh hey Chelsea what’s up?”
“I needed your opinion. Should I do this history homework now or two weeks before school starts?”
“You should start it now because if you finish, you can hang out with Sarah and then me when I get back.”
“Okay thanks! Where are you right now?”
“D.C. and my flight leaves in 30 minutes.”
“Well, I almost found out that guy’s name. I know his mom’s is Anne Cox and his sister’s is Gemma.”
“Wait didn’t you say they were the Styles’ family?”
“Anne must have been divorced.”
“I got to go. Call me when you land in Manchester. Don’t worry about Sarah. I won’t tell her until you get there.”
“Alrighty then. Bye!” I hung up and finished my food.
I just played games on my old Gameboy until it was time to board. Yes, I still use my Gameboy. “Attention passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We’re going to make great time. The flight to Manchester will only be about 7 hours and 30 minutes. Please be patient because it will be a long flight. Thank you for choosing American Airlines.” Well, UK, here I come!
June 12, 2009
1:09 AM GMT
Pretty boring Friday. We have to wait for some stranger in a program my mum signed our family for. I don’t know the person’s name and Gemma won’t tell me. Probably might be a girl and Gemma thinks I’ll break her heart. Besides, who falls in love in 6 weeks?
“Hey mum when does you know who get here?” Gemma asked. “I just called American Airlines and they said flight 286 from Washington D.C. to Manchester made an emergency landing in Dublin, Ireland. They say there was a person who had a heart attack. Every passenger was issued a new ticket rescheduled for Sunday.”
“I’m hoping the summer program kid didn’t get it.”
Gemma rolled her eyes. “Why would you care harry? You didn’t even care about the program in the first place.”
“Well I’m not heartless all the time, Gemma. I actually want to meet this person.”
“Alright you two. Go get some sleep. Harry you have your last day of school tomorrow and you should go back to bed.”
“Fine, good night.” I can’t wait! I’ve always wanted to meet someone from outside the UK. Besides Ireland…
This is just great… not. I feel bad for that man with the heart attack though…Well, I’ll explore Ireland tomorrow and Saturday. Maybe just Saturday…because my flight’s on Sunday. I take a taxi to the nearest hotel after getting my luggage at baggage claim. I check in and go up to my room. It’s 2 in the morning here in Dublin and I am tired. No, I didn’t sleep on the plane, because I wasn’t tired and because of the whole emergency landing…I change into my pajamas and go to sleep.
I wake up to a beautiful Friday morning. I get up and go take a shower. Then I picked out my outfit: a plain light green t-shirt, black shorts, and my favorite sandals. I grab my purse and head downstairs to the lobby because this hotel serves free breakfast. As I eat, I start thinking of last night. Was it just a dream, or, was it a vision? After Anne introduced herself and Gemma, she finally introduced me to her son. “And this is my son, Harry.” Harry. I finally know his name, but I don’t know if it’s real or not.
June 12, 2009
8:00 AM GMT
Diana. I finally know her name. As I was getting ready to leave for school, I begged Gemma to tell me the name of our guest. “FOR THE LAST TIME, NO!”
“Ah, come on Gemma! PLEASEEEE?!”
Clearly, I had broken her down. “Alright, I give up! HER NAME IS DIANA! PLEASE STOP BUGGING ME!!”
“Thanks sis! Oh I’m going to be late! Love ya! BYE!!”
Gemma screamed out the door, “DON’T LET THIS GO TO YOUR HEAD HARRY!”
Last day of school wasn’t that exciting…all I could think about was Diana. When it was time to leave, I managed to say goodbye to my mates. Only two more days, Diana. Only two more…and then we meet…